Words like knives slice wounds unnoticed Caretless hearts with whispers bruise Cruel minds seek to unbalance Jeaousy will trun the screws No one sees the tears well hidden
Write a poem lay it down make a stranger smile or frown words of wisdom wild ideas whispers from the bygone years be it simple be it vague be it filled with fear and rage
Damn my broken heart It seems to like the pain because no matter what I do It falls in love again I try to hold it back I tell myself to wait But by the time I realise It's already too late
Seek not this child She is lost A tiny shadow amidst the swarm of life No cries to hear No hand to hold Too far gone. Seek not this child. Her time has come
You are not an angel, You do not walk on clouds You have powers not and yet you have power over me You are not perfect Or infallible You have weaknesses and flaws Yet I love you.